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They say your first time can shape your entire outlook on life. If your first job is bad, it will leave a sour taste in your mouth going forward. If your first boyfriend cheats on you, you will be suspicious of all partners going forward. But sometimes your first experience can be amazing. Even if you didn’t plan on it. And it can take you down a road of pleasure and kink.
The first time I gave a guy a blowjob, he squealed with delight the entire time. I rubbed my pussy while he dumped a fat load of cum into my throat. After that, all I ever wanted was to suck cock. I loved it. I delighted in it. I fucked like a goddess, but my real gift was sucking dick.
And then, I got to one of those “first time” moments. That moment that shapes you on all things going forward. I was sucking off this guy I’d met on Tinder. I asked for a dick pic. He obliged. I hate when guys sent dick pics off the bat. Charm a girl, first! Sheesh. Anyway, he had a nice cock. Big. Long. Big balls too. I knew he was going to cum a lot. I could just tell. And it made my little cunt soak.
I masturbated on the drive over to his house.
When I got there, he couldn’t have been nicer. He offered me a drink. We sat on the couch, chatting. He was friendly. I was friendly. I started making eyes. He started making eyes. It was my time to shine. I couldn’t wait to suck his cock. I was practically drooling.
“Are you drooling?” He asked.
“Lil’ bit,” I said with a giggle as I wiped my drool off. He unzipped and pulled his cock out of his pants. I took off my top and my bra and threw them to the floor.
“Dammit,” I said. “I cannot wait to suck you.”
“Good,” he said. “Because I can’t wait to feel your mouth on me.”
I leaned over. I picked up his cock. I kissed the tip and looked at him. He smiled. I couldn’t wait. I opened my mouth and put his cock on my tongue. I slid down slowly, drooling over his shaft. I cupped his balls. I slurped, bobbed up and down. Spat. Jerked.
“You like that, daddy?”
“I fucking love it,” he said.
I took him back down my throat. And then it happened. For the first. Time. Ever. I threw up. I gagged and just puked. ALL over his cock. This was one of those moments. Those first time moments that would terrify me forever. Haunt me. I’d never suck a cock again.
My entire life flashed before my eyes. I saw every blowjob I’d ever given. Every load I swallowed. Every facial I took. I saw them all. I saw my smiles. I saw my confidence. I saw my joy of sucking cock. And then, I looked down and I saw a huge puddle of puke on his cock. Puke dangled from my chin. And I saw that joy fade.
I started to tremble. If this had been with a partner or boyfriend or anyone, I would have just laughed it off. But this? This was with a virtual stranger. My hand. Oh my god. My hand was still wrapped around his shaft. I yanked my hand away.
I looked at him in horror.
“I — … I …”
I couldn’t find the words.
“I —”
All I wanted to do was grab my shirt and bra and run away, crying.
“Hey,” he said, giggling. “Hey! It’s okay.”
“It really isn’t!” I said. I was on the verge of tears.
“No, no. Look. I promise. I swear it’s okay. Look. Look. I’m still super fucking hard.”
“You are?” I said.
I glanced down. He was still hard. His puke covered cock was bouncing up and down.
“You are!” I said, somewhat stunned.
“I didn’t really expect that to happen. But … since it did happen …”
“Yeah?” I said.
“I kind of get … turned on by that sorta thing, actually,” he said.
“You do?” I said, wiping the puke from my chin.
“I do,” he said.
“So … like … do you want me to … keep going?” I asked.
“I’d actually love it,” he said. “And don’t hold it in if you feel like you have to do it again. I really like it.”
My joy … it started to return. I felt that spark. And honestly. I felt a little dirty. And not just because puke was dripping down my tits. I felt aroused. So turned on, I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t even care. I wanted it all. I yanked my pants off. And my panties. I grabbed a pillow from the sofa and dropped to my knees.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Ready,” he said.
I plunged my throat over his cock and pressed my nose to his pelvis.
“AUUUUGH!” I grunted.
Nothing.
I forced. Deeper. I grabbed his hand and pressed it to the back of my head. He pressed. He pumped his cock into my throat. He couldn’t get deeper if he wanted.
“GUUUUUH!” I howled. My whole body retched. I was afraid that I was out of puke. Was that it? I yanked my head off his cock.
“Dammit now I want to fucking puke all over your cock!” I shouted with delight.
I jammed his cock down my throat again. It hit that gag. I retched and grasped out for the sofa to grab onto. My hands flailed around as I could feel it. His cock. Down my whore throat. My eyes were wide with excitement.
“Do it, fucking do it!” He grunted. “Puke on me.”
He grabbed my head by the temples and started to hoist my fucking head up and down. Aggressively. But I liked it. I masturbated, rubbing my clit vigorously as he jammed his cock in and out of my mouth.
“AAAUGH GUHGUGHGUH!”
“Good slut,” he grunted.
He pulled his cock from my throat and hoisted me up onto the sofa. He pressed my head against the back cushion and stood, one foot on either side of me.
He grabbed my head and held it firmly.
“Stay. Good girl.”
I opened my mouth and he shoved his cock down my throat. I could feel my throat bulging as he fucked my face. My eyes watered. My mascara had to be dripping down my cheeks. He pounded. Hard. Hard enough to almost break my nose. I didn’t care. Do it.
He pulled his cock from my throat and slapped it across my face.
“YES!” I howled. “DO IT! Make me puke!”
He jammed his cock down my throat again.
“AAAAAUUUGHHH!”
And that was it. I puked. Vomit shot out of my mouth and splattered onto his pelvis and stomach.
“YES!” He grunted.
I took his cock from my throat and opened my mouth. Vomit flowed down my tits and cunt. I kept masturbating. I couldn’t stop.
“More,” I begged.
He shoved me onto the sofa. My head on the seat. He crawled over me, like he was going to do a push up, and slid his thick cock down my mouth. He pumped. My legs went squirely, squirming everywhere. I could feel it. I was going to puke again. But this time, he had me pinned down. This was going to be messy. He grunted.
“C’mon,” he shouted. “Do it!”
He pumped.
Down my throat. All the way down.
“BUUUUURGHHH!” Vomit gushed. He pulled out and watched the torrent of puke fly up and splash down all over my face.
“YESSS!” He howled.
“MORE!” I Shouted. I couldn’t open my eyes. My face was thick with puke.
He kept pumping.
“Augh augh augh augh augh!”
Saliva flowed out of my mouth. My hair was matted down. I didn’t care. I needed it. I wanted it. I needed his sperm. I needed him to cum down my throat.
“Fuck you’re so sexy,” he whispered as he picked up my puke coated hair and draped it over my face. He pulled out.
“I want you to cum,” I whispered. “Cum down my throat and then make me puke it up?”
He nodded and shoved himself back into my mouth. He pumped as hard as he could. I squirmed wildly, grabbing onto everything. He was pounding me.
“GUG GUG GUG GUUUUUHHGGG!”
“I’m fucking cumminnggggg!” He screamed as he ejaculated down my throat. I could feel his cock throbbing. I could feel his sperm shoot down my throat. Thick. Heavy. He kept fucking. He pulled his cock from my throat.
“Hey,” he said, laughing. He grabbed his t-shirt that he must’ve removed at some point and used it to clean my eyes.
“I want your eyes open for this one,” he said.
I opened my eyes. HIs cock was still hard. He pushed it down my throat. I could feel another wave coming. I kept rubbing my cunt. My eyes were wide. I was nodding. I was going to cum. I was humming. Moaning. Squirming.
“MMMMM!” I howled.
He yanked his cock half way out and then BAM! Jammed it in.
“AUGH!” I shouted.
One last wave of vomit and sperm gushed out of my mouth and over my face. He yanked his cock from me.
“I’M CUMMMIIIINGGG!” I screamed as loud as I could. I hoisted my legs up and squirted, spraying a heavy stream of squirt or piss or both, who fucking cares, out of my cunt. He spun around and watched my torrent of squirt splash onto his wall. I kept spraying.
“YESSSS FUCCKKKKK!” I screamed.
He crawled off of me and watched me writhe and collapse into a heap of exhaustion, puke, cum, and squirt.
“Holy shit,” he said with a laugh. “That. That was life changing.”
It sure was. It was one of those first time moments that shape the way you look at everything. And I loved it.
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